Saturday, April 14, 2012

what dog are you?

The other day, I was watching Chewy be Chewy. You know ~ running, leaping, spinning, happy, happy, happy.

I said to Jeff, "I'd love to live in Chewy's body for one day."

Jeff says, "Well one of his days would probably be about 10 days of your life."

Not sure about his math (I set up an actual proportion and got 7 days), but I decided losing 10 days to live as Chewy would be well worth it!

Chewy lives life with utter joy. He's never in a bad mood, and he makes the best of every situation. Party time. Carefree. No worries.

I swear he is a Lab trapped in a sheltie body.

I realized then that I'm much more like Oreo than Chewy. I think about things, I'm a bit serious, and it takes me a long time to get to know and trust people. Small talk is not my thing. I guess you'd say that I have a soft personality. I'd rather be home than anywhere else.

Jeff said, "I'm not Oreo or Chewy. I'm a sled dog. I get hit, but I keep going and going and going ahead."

I laughed, because he was serious and correct. He works and works and works ~ at his job, around the house, around other people's houses, even though he is in pain most of the time. He is definitely a working dog.

I thought about my parents, what dog would they be?

My mom befriends everyone. Really. We've had people she met on the city bus over for Christmas dinner. She'd do anything for anyone. A people pleaser. Smart. Mom has the ability to sniff out a person's whole life history with a few questions. She has excellent googling and sleuthing skills. I'm sure she knows things about me that I don't even know. Mom would be a friendly golden retriever mixed with a bit of bloodhound.

My dad. Well, he's a bit anal about things. He's intelligent. He was bred for endless miles of sprinting. When not provided an outlet for his mental and physical energies, his behavior rapidly deteriorates. For example, when we got stuck in a traffic jam, he opted to get out of the car and walk. Sitting in a car is bad enough, sitting in a non moving car is unbearable for him. He likes to lead a herd of bicyclists. Obviously, he's a border collie.

I was thinking..."I'm not Chewy or Oreo" and then Jeff said it for me! I'm a bit shy, don't do the small talk well, but I'd rather be just about anywhere than home. Then it hit me. I'm Katie! I bit reticent, but always ready to GO GO GO!

When you wrote that Chewy was a Lab trapped in a Sheltie body I laughed as I think Tucker is Golden trapped inside him. I swear that or he is our past ages ago English Setter Forrest without the drolling.

I'm quiet and a homebody too...I always felt I was a sheltie in relation to our past shelties...little did I know that a sheltie could be so busy and active! Anyone who thinks of me thinks of all the sheltie's we have had over the years and knows that one would be very near me always.

What a wonderful post!! The little story about your dad is pretty funny...I can just imagine the look on peoples faces when he left the car behind...hehe. I think of myself as a sheltie...they are just so devoted and understanding and loving. I am the same when it comes to my family..there's nothing like more important. Tfs! Have a fun weekend:)

Fun to think about and I really like your comparisons of you, Jeff, and your parents to dog breeds.

I'd rather be home than any where else too. Not sure what breed of dog I would be but I know Ricky and I are similar - like to be doing stuff, like routine - but I am pretty sure I influenced him a lot.

This is a tuff one... It took me a while to realize that me and Luna were really alike, or rather to admit it. She is too much like me, which is probably why I love her and rather despise her at times. We get each other even if it it's always the best combination. But I wouldn't go saying I am like a Vizsla, not at all... she tends to be quite the exception to the Vizsla breed. I will have to think about this one too.Annawww.akginspiration.com

This is a great post, Sara! I enjoyed reading the comparisons that you made about your family members and I also started to think what dog I am.

I don't really know it yet though. I like talking, love making friends, like to have friends around but I also like being quiet when I need my own space. I don't like others to ask about my personal stuffs as i usually don't feel comfortable to share my personal life or family life with others unless I want to. I don't mind small talks as long as it brings no harm to anybody but I also can't tolerate others to talk bad at the back of others. I'm a good secret keeper as I don't reveal anything I am told to anyone so I'm a good listener to many of my friends. Am I a friendly sheltie too? I 'm cheeky like Eva or wait, is Eva cheeky like me?

Good post! Made Mommy think! Mommy recalls being a kid in grade school, maybe the 6th grade or something like that. Anyway, a new girl in school tried to pick a fight with Mommy because she thought Mommy was "tough-looking" (aka, Mommy was "fat".) Anyway, since Mommy was overweight the new girl in school tried to pick a fight with Mommy to prove the "new" girl is school was tougher than the "big" girl. The new girl purposely walked into Mommy, and the new girl's books fell to the ground. The new girl yelled at Mommy in a mean voice -- pick up my books --you knocked them down -- pick them up. The new girl was purposely trying to attract attention so the other kids would see that the "new girl" was the "top dog" in school, so to speak. Mommy picked up the books - instead of picking a fight. The new girl said, I thought you were meaner than that from "the way you look." Mommy said something like -- you don't even know me, I wouldn't pick a fight with you -- and Mommy walked away. All the other kids, blew off the incident as well -- they went right back to playing their games.

So, Mommy thinks if she had to pick a dog to match her personality --- she would probably say a "Bulldog". They look all mean when you first see them --- but then once you get to know them -- they look all cute and cuddly with all those fatty wrinkles all over.

Oh, and Mommy said she would rather be at home more than anyplace too! A person was recently trying to pitch a career-change to Mommy -- talking about all the traveling perks involved with the job. Traveling to Rome... and Mommy said she didn't want to travel. The person was shocked-- why wouldn't you want to travel, people love to travel --- Mommy said -- I love my dogs and my mom too much to be traveling like that!

what a great post! makes ya think.....I think I would be a sheltie I can have bit of a mouth sometimes and be a bit barkey but then can turn round and be shy and things I had fun with before can worry me, LOL, sometimes everything is fun and then sometimes things can make me worry....just like the sheties I have had

What a fascinating idea to ponder! :-) Well, I know I'm definitely not a Dane coz I tend to admire/like the dogs (and men!) that have the qualities I don't have - ie. calm, placid,easy-going personalities! Hee! Hee! I hate to say it but if I was a dog, I'd probably be a terrier: impatient, quick to lose my temper, volatile, loud (ever heard me ranting?!), stubborn and persistent...hmm, I'd probably be a nightmare to live with! (probably am, even as a human - ha! ha! Just was well that I'm married to a Great Dane kind of husband!)